"Why are you here?"
He lifted his eyelids with disdain, mocking, "This is my house."
"..."
Her face flushed, but she soon pointed boldly at his seat: "Have you been sitting here all night?"
He glanced at her sideways, his lips pressed tight, showing no sign of wanting to answer.
The air around Gu Qili softened; there was a pallor to his face that seemed darker under his eyes.
"You didn't sleep at all last night, did you?"
He scoffed lightly, his mouth curving into an indifferent smirk; clearly, she had hit the nail on the head, but his pride was feigning toughness, almost like a big child sulking with her.
"Come on, tell me, did you stay up all night?"
He cast her another indifferent glance, "Stomachache."
So painful that he couldn't sleep.